I’m a Gemini and therefore twins live within my mind. They don’t always agree, they are different in many ways and I finally realized after all these years that’s why I’m an enigma to some, especially my husband and even myself.
I have a love/hate relationship with routines. I get bored. When I was young and single, I used to move almost every year. That way I never accumulated a lot of stuff, I never really had to do a ‘spring cleaning’ and I got to discover new surroundings.
But in the last stressful and scary 2 weeks, I got to appreciate routines because of one of my dogs.
UPDATE: Unfortunately, after 4 months of trying different kinds of medication, Niko was getting worst and the seizures were happening even more frequently. Sadly, we had to let him go to Rainbow Bridge and said goodbye in March 2016.
So many seizures in such a short time and this new med affected his personality. He was no longer our quiet no stress 3 year old dog. All his routines were forgotten. I compared it to a person waking up in the hospital after a car accident and having memory loss.
He hardly recognized us, he spent 2 days walking/pacing all over the house and backyard, non stop, not even to lie down or sit. He slept some 10 minutes here, 20 minutes there day and night. He was very insecure.
He never wagged his tail (which normally was always moving), he didn’t bark at squirrels, he would run outside with the other dogs but had no idea why or what to do next. He started to howl like a wolf for 2 days, nights included.
As you can imagine we didn’t sleep much…my husband and I had to sleep (or try to) in shifts.
Then slowly we could see some improvement, one routine at a time would come back. And this dog had a lot of routines…going out after eating at 6:30am, coming back in and go sleep on his sofa in the basement, lying on the floor beside my chair while we were eating, playing with my other dogs, playing by himself with a specific ball, go lie down on the bed in the den while my husband watched tv, and more.
After they eat in the morning and come back from their business, I go lie down on the couch in the living room and as soon as he would see me doing that, he would go downstairs to his usual spot.
I thought of writing this post when 2 days ago, he finally remembered this last routine and believe me, that was very comforting and reassuring. I fell asleep with a smile on my face knowing that my dog was back!
Let’s hope he remains seizure free for a very long time.